That's the thing about the truth; it ruins things.
The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counter-intuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what's true.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of... We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart.
I'm not upset that you lied to me; I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.
All truth goes through three stages. First it is ridiculed. Then it is violently opposed. Finally it is accepted as self-evident.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.
They say you fall in love. But you don't just fall down, Scraping your knees. Love smacks you Hard Right in the face, Leaving A huge Invisible Bruise All over Your soul.
"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and therefore should be treated with caution..."
It is my belief that the truth is generally preferable to lies.
The unexamined life is not worth living.